How to give a word,
to the moment when the world shrank and pulled me into its core,
both strangulation and tender embrace?
How to describe the colours,
when I had never noticed the breath the infinity was taking,
until it was let go,
and the parts that made it whole were set free into an expanse that couldn't be called a 'world' any longer?
And is there a song for the sound,
the one where the noise only exists in the silence that follows?
Here the echo,
I heard the echo,
louder the second time than the first.
And in trying to make sense of this nonsensical place,
the only clarity seems to be,
that no words, colours, or songs are adequate descriptions for its existence.
